The book that is me

I wish you could read the book, that is me The chapters are muddled, loose-leaf and free I feel self-fulfilled most of the time Or brimming with emotion, often undefined Passionate, energetic, a lover of learning Apathetic and lazy, my negatives churning I want to put everything right, with the world To make a difference … More The book that is me

Forever Alone

It’s time for me to say goodbye Tomorrow the communication unit Will be switched off forever…. Doomed to fly alone through space and time She’s old news forgotten by many Stuck in a dark hole Unable to communicate hopes and fears Only able to share some of her precious secrets Intrepid adventurer, cast into the … More Forever Alone

Padlocked love

Padlocked Love So many padlocks Locked with love Each locked compartment Bursting at the seams Once upon a time the symbol of fidelity Lovers clipped them to a rail Threw away the key Thousands of padlocks Sitting in a row A sign of relationships Waiting time to grow Years pass by and the world begins … More Padlocked love

Ravening beast?

What is love is it a ravening beast Is it mainly lust on a body to feast Does that longing and awe Have to gnaw at the soul Does it titilate the senses Make us insane What is love is it a ravening beast Is it joy exquisite and misery ceased Where is the balance … More Ravening beast?

Love is

Love is the joy, Love is the motivator, Love is the buzz, Love is the decoy, Love is the lance stabbing the unwary, Love is a dance, Love can be bitter, Love can be sweet, Love can destroy, Love can be a laser cauterising the heart, Love can be pain tearing worlds apart, Love can … More Love is

Connection

Connection You walk beside me Even though we are worlds apart Connection I have the pictures of you Mind generated Plus photographs sent over the ether I have the pictures of you Sharing with you You are at the other end of my phone Communication may be indirect but still Sharing with you Connection Never … More Connection

Two cafe poems

Beneath my feet is a floor made of stone bricks, squeaky sounds heard while I walk towards the counter The baristas standing in front of me smiling and welcoming me passionately the list of drinks is displayed on the wall behind the bar ranging from Cappuccino to Frappuccino teas to juices there is a board … More Two cafe poems

What do I see?

Look into the mirror what do I see Do I see, the outer shell that masquerades as me Look a little closer, stare into my eyes Can I see an inner glow, flickering, burning, a surprise Ah maybe that is my inner light The me stripped of pretences, burning ever bright Look more closely at … More What do I see?